Towards the end of the day on Holi I went to visit some friends having a garden party there. I gave my last two bags of powered paint to two snotty kids in the winding alleyways on the way to their house. A couple of minutes later I saw one being chased by an angry boy holding up his now yellow school jumper.
A small shop in Chabehil to buy a couple of things. The child on the right was munching on some cripsy things and, as children usually are, was unaware of his crumby chops. The boy on the left had, 2 minutes earlier, thrown a water balloon at my back from point blank range – the last one of the day thankfully.